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*** Premium *** Missteps – Chapter 215

We all cried so loudly that the guards outside thought something was happening to us, they came rushing into the house, guns drawn out and onc we say saw the guns we all went quiet and lifted our hands up in surrender. I don’t know why we did that but it was as if some automatic button had been switched on because we all reacted the same way. “What’s going on? What’s with all the screaming?” one of the guards asked, we told them about the bad news we had just received on the phone, they were speechless. They all mumbled something and went outside. This was a terrible disaster, Andiswa’s death was going to cost us a whole lot more than just loosing a friend, it was going to cost us our lives. We were crying for her life that was gone but also for our lives that we were about to lose. “I’ve got an idea, why don’t we go to the mortuary and say the body is not Andiswa’s even if it is.” Cleo said, we all looked at her in disbelief and my sister asked, “and who will bury her then?” Cleo who seemed to have the answers to everything responded, “the state will bury her. No body, no jail for us.”

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